The atmosphere in the private room grew even more awkward due to Jiang Chengsi's words, adding a sinister hue.
Not having this face?
This slap was indeed loud and clear.
You Hongxian held a wine bottle, his smile stiff. Standing to the side, he slightly hunched his back, exuding humility and helplessness. A middle-aged man over fifty, with such a flattering demeanor, yet being slapped in the face inevitably evokes a hint of pity.
"Chengsi." The old lady frowned, softly halting his behavior.
"Lady Jiang, it's... it's nothing." You Hongxian laughed dryly, showing humility.
"Mr. You, I really apologize. It's my lack of proper guidance, please don't take it to heart." At this moment, the Si family was right across, and although the old lady knew You Hongxian's words weren't pleasant, she couldn't possibly watch a direct conflict unfold between the two.
"He's just a child, how could I take it to heart." You Hongxian chuckled morosely.
